Arizona's POV

"No Callie, shut up!"

I told her that Mark broke his hand defending me. He also got kicked off the team. A suspension would make sense! It's not like he'd be able to play for a while anyway. Alex and the other guy's didn't face any repercussions. I told her all this, and all she had to say was she doesn't agree with the violence. Oh yeah and that, "Mark was only mad because the guys were sexualizing me specifically," she thinks if it were any other girl Mark wouldn't care. That's not what I wanted to hear right now. I need someone to be outraged along with me. Someone to be so mad at Alex like I am instead she's not a mar someone to be so mad Alex like I am, instead she's criticizing Mark. When Derek heard the news he gave Alex a piece of his mind, we're all supposed to be really good friends, he caused this.

He somehow fathomed that I could see past this, that I could still get back with him. First of all, without this happening that was never going to happen. If I were dumb enough to even consider dating him again, all hope for that was gone the second he spoke ill of me in that locker room, not to mention inadvertently getting Mark hurt. Yet again he tried to explain his actions/words to me, I'm not even going to tell you what I told him in response.

Callie carries on, not heeding to my plea, "Well Arizona, it's the truth. It's disgusting 'locker room talk.'Those guys probably talk like that often, why is Mark acting out now about it?"

"Because I'm his friend Callie. I'm supposed to be yours too, so why don't you care? Why don't you care that they talked about me like that?"

"Oh I do care but you also just said that you were never going to go back out with him so it doesn't matter."

"It does still matter."

She flails her arms, "What would you like me to do Arizona, punch a locker over it?" Um, yes, that's what friends are for.

"Well I didn't expect you to be on Alex's side that's for sure." She can honestly have her stupid shirt back. I kept it for two reasons, she wanted it back so duh I wasn't gonna give it back. Two, it's a reminder of her, her smell, her style. I can do without the second one now.

"I am not on Alex's side. Of course, I'm on yours, even if that means Mark's too. I just don't agree with getting physical with someone because they say something you don't like, but I'll stop pretending that I don't understand why he'd do it." Finally, we're getting somewhere.

"I just need you to you can still sympathize with him. He's hurt his hand, Callie." God, he's just been through so much. School, the team was a distraction for him, along with a shot at a better future. Now, half of that is gone. His mom is livid, she won't even let me talk to him. It's really not fair. Tears are threatening to fall. I should stop thinking about this or I'll start to cry.

"He's going to be alright, Arizona. It'll be painful, but it'll heal." Once again, she picks up on my feelings, without me having to straight-up tell her. My emotions are written all over my face, apparently.

I explain, "It's not just his hand, it's really his life man, he doesn't deserve the number of things he has to go through. I tell you them all but it's sort of personal and I'm not sure he'd like me to share those details."

"I'll be right back." Callie proceeds to get up from her spot next to me.

Callie's POV

We're in this cute setting at one of Seattle's fine parks and I've somehow made her upset. She picked this area out so we could talk. She brought the blanket and speakers. All I brought was my correctness, my big view of what is right and wrong. Fighting is wrong so Mark is wrong. I didn't want to just go along with what she was saying so I went with the opposite. I just wasn't a good friend at the beginning of this date. In an effort to make it up to her, I'm going to get her something sweet. I know she likes things like that. I passed a stand at the front of the park, so I'm going back there to get her some. Food is the only thing I can think of, we haven't discussed her other tastes yet.

I decided to get strawberry sprinkles, vanilla sprinkles, and glazed ones. I'm not sure how she feels about jelly filled so I decide against those.

Upon returning I find her lying down with hands meeting in the middle of her chest. This is her pensive if I've ever seen it. I'd give anything to know exactly what is exactly on her mind but I'm pretty sure it's about Mark and as she said before, it's too personal to share.

I get on my knees to join her. "Hey, I'm back, I brought you donuts!"

She sits up at th sound of my voice, and I hope the smell of what's in the box. After she downed two donuts, I convinced her to lay back down, this time with her head on my lap. At first, she faces away from me, still eating donuts.

"Okay, I may never say something this nice out loud again so listen up." As I begin to speak, she lays on her back, chewing I might add."The more I'm around you, the more I want to be." You're an amazing friend, fiercely loyal." My head is hovering directly over hers. I wipe away the sprinkles surrounding her mouth.

"When we first started talking I didn't know how it would turn out but you've made me feel so comfortable. It's like you want me around too. You're not the kind of person I want to lose so I'm sorry if I say the wrong thing sometimes."

Her presently stormy blues are basically searching my face. I watch as they flick from my lips to my eyes and back again.

"Arizona?"

She rises up. Okay? She has this awkward smiling thing going on.

"Thanks for saying what you've just said I guess. You've got me in a better mood."

"You guess?"

Arizona starts, "I didn't mean it like that. The uh- position I was in coupled with your kind words has me feeling, well wanting to do something that could be wildly inappropriate. In fact, I think I've felt this way around you before, not as strongly as right now though. Also, I've never been willing to give in or admit it before." She's all long-winded and flustered.

I scoot in some, enough so I reach out and hold her shoulders. "What are you actually saying?" Her eyes are flickering once again. Her eyes' meet my lips for a bit longer though.

Her chest gets bigger then smaller, she says, "I really really want to kiss you, Callie." This could be a really cruel joke at my expense. I never guessed she would ever be interested in me like that. She's never said anything! Granted I haven't either but at least my queerness is advertised, so, me wanting to kiss her could be seen as a possibility. Her wanting to kiss me, not so much. Or am I putting too much importance on labels? That might be it.

"Look I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable or grossed out or feel harassed."

"What, no? Surprised, yeah but no to the others." I move to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ears as she looks at me expectantly. I'm gonna do it. My head dips in to get closer to her own. Escorted by a slight pucker, and closed eyes, our lips lock. I kid you not it felt like my lips were melting into hers. They're so soft. Believing that sparks fly when you kiss the right person is a concept for the movies, it's not real. That may be true, however, in my seventeen years of life, this is the closest I've come. I'm not going to make the assumption that she's my right person but damn. I soon manage to pull myself away.

I was the first to open my eyes. I leaned back in to graze my lips against her on the cheek in a peck, signaling to her that the kiss has come to an end. Arizona was simply unsatisfied where the meeting of our mouths was concerned. She pulls me into her for some more action. Our lips sandwich between each other as we break and re-postion ourselves. On the final brush, she sucks in my upper lip. I sense a sting when she releases me; it's a welcomed sensation.

"You mind telling me what else you like besides sweet things?"

Her simple reply is, "Not much else." Touché.